Vancouver Sun
“An insightful and moving memoir.” Vancouver Sun – The revolution that never was – January 29th 2016 “an insightful and moving memoir.”
NOW Toronto Magazine
“An engrossing memoir detailing the art of grotesque seduction.” NOW Toronto Magazine – Cult Following – January 27 2016
National Post
“A triumphant affirmation of the story teller’s art.” National Post – Putting the ‘commune’ in community – Saturday January 23rd 2016
Metro News
For Sonja Larsen, rebellion meant joining a radical left-wing political party and becoming the youngest member of its militia, an astonishing experience she chronicles in her new memoir, Red Star Tattoo: My Life as a Girl Revolutionary, […]
Red Star Tattoo Launch Week!
The book launch party was so much fun! Many many thanks to the friends and family who sold books, tended bar and sang their little hearts out!
The Globe and Mail
“I picked up the book in an afternoon and – each page turned in steady anticipation – did not put it down until I was finished.” The Globe and Mail – Sonja Larsen’s Red Star Tattoo […]
Toronto Star
“ In an eloquent, stranger-than-fiction memoir, Red Star Tattoo: My Life as a Girl Revolutionary, Vancouver’s Sonja Larsen recollects her traumatic experiences with one version of dropping out.” Toronto Star – Tuning in, turning on and dropping out, […]
Red Star Tattoo Book Trailer
I said when I began writing this book I would embrace all the learning and growth opportunities that the work gave me. I’ve battled with honesty, fear, ego, and now….IMovie. Here is a quick visual synopsis […]
On late bloomers, family traditions and the reasons we tell stories
“I was a late bloomer. But anyone who blooms at all, ever, is very lucky. ” ― Sharon Olds I come from a family of late bloomers, which naturally makes me happier the older […]
Room Magazine – “Halloween 1973”
We were walking down the road towards the full moon.
A blue pick-up truck passed us. In the back of the truck were a witch, a fairy, and a ghost. I was Little Red Riding Hood. My sister was sixteen, so she wasn’t anything at all.
By the time we got to the school, the Halloween party was already half-over. There were no more goody bags, or chocolate or even candy corn. All that was left were hard orange toffees wrapped in waxy Halloween paper, and black jaw breakers. The punch was warm and watery pink, with the cherries all sunk to the bottom.